Angola, Indiana, the suburbs of the Boondocks.
While I've met a few people who said they have a kilt, I've never seen another one in this town. When I wear one out to a store I usually get a lot of second glance looks and shaking heads. Several times I've caught people waving friends over to look at me from down an aisle.
The only snide remarks I've heard were at bars and even then only a couple. One was at a bar known for being a bit rough, and here I was singing karaoke (long story). A guy with a sneer asked "the question". When I replied with "your girlfriends lipstick", I could tell he was still trying to be tough, but he was laughing too hard. It helped that his girlfriend was sitting next to him and shot beer through her nose at my comment. Humor calms the situation in this case. The other was in a regular hangout of mine. A table of Bikers had one guy that, every time I walked by, said "He must be looking for a fight, wearin' that thing in here". In this case the others at the table shut him up (he was the only one of the nine I didn't know).
Actually few people that I don't know have said anything directly to me. However, the bartender told me once that she gets all kinds of questions about me. She just tells them "That's Jim. He's a great guy. He wears a kilt. And I think it looks sexy".
As people get to know me outside of work, I actually get more questions when I'm not wearing the kilt. The people who know me seem to like it. Most of the ones who don't know me are humored or curious giving me the "did I really just see that?" look. But there are a few that stand back with the hairy evil eye pointed at me.
So Angola, Indiana, where pork is a verb, seems to be tolerant and getting friendlier.


But I still haven't seen anyone else here in a kilt.